Etched on my hips and thigh like lightning bolts
While dimples no longer solely on my face and now cover the back of my legs
Little mark on fair colored cheeks are revealed in the day time
At night the mirror reflects a girl who has spent an awfully long time hating herself
And thinking how each had to be disguised by clothes and make up
But darling, I thank you because you made me see the beauty in each
So maybe this is why I think you're a peach, yet so out of reach